"I-I didn't know I was acting this way..... I mean, I knew I was listening to them, but what else did they tell me that wasn't true?" I tell AJ, suddenly realising everything.
"Harry, they just lied about you being ugly and fat, and obviously lying about you being a manwhore. They want you to feel this way, and Harry, you're letting them win. Please don't let them win. You can win this battle, okay. Please, just do this for me. I honestly, truly, love you. Please don't change who you are just to fit someone else's definition of perfect."
"But why did I do this!? Why did I let them win!? Why do I always let them win?! I'm so stupid, AJ. So stupid for falling into their trap. So stupid for believing every single lie they told me. EVERY. SINGLE. LIE. AJ, you can't fix me. I've been ruined forever, by them. Those haters. I believed them! Everything they said, I listened. I believed their lies. I WANT TO DIE!" I scream. I can't believe how stupid I am. I just want to kill myself right here and now. But that isn't going to happen. Not with AJ watching me like a hawk.
"Harry? A-Are you okay?" AJ asks,
"You seem sort of..... Distant."
"I'm FINE!" I snap.
"O-Okay..... Sorry I asked....."
"AJ-" I say after a long moment of silence between us.
"Yeah? Are you going to yell at me again?"
"I-I'm sorry...... I'll leave you alone..... Forever......"
"No! Harry...... I'm sorry, for all I've done. I really just-nevermind."
"I'm sorry for snapping at you.... I'll be better off when I'm dead." I tell her. It's true. No one wants me here.
"Harry...... Oh Harry.... Please don't talk about how much you want to die..... It hurts me to see you like this!" AJ says.
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A/N: sorry, another short chapter. Seriously I can't think of anything else to write, PLEASE HELP! All help is welcome, and I would really appreciate some comments. Please. I need some ideas, so pm me with the Ideas.
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